This morning’s been full of memories. The morning walk with Lizzy brought was reminiscent of that beautiful 70-degree-blue-sky day.
A growling stomach made me think of the incredible spread our friend and chef (and what does he not do?), Greg Tingstrom, created for the reception, with the help of other dear friends. (Brother-in-law, Chris, serving us. Obviously, we’ve not eaten for weeks.)
An then the flood of thankfulness. Remembering all the facets of God’s provision for the day. The big things. The small things.
And it all started with a question.
Actually, it started way before that. A good God who was at work in a world that often didn’t recognize its need for Him.
But who consistently moved toward men and women. Initiating, wooing, opening eyes to see. Changing hearts.
On November 15, 1974 and December 10, 1975.
Then, He made us new.
In 1986 and 2003.
Then, He made us one.
April 19, 2008.
My brother’s fun “reporter” take on the day in his fake newspaper article.